A patch of hot sunlight on Harry's face forced him awake. He rolled over, groaning, and sat up, rubbing his eyes. What time was it? He wondered. He usually woke up when it was still dark out, but from the looks of it, it was well past dawn already.
Oh, shit. He glanced at the enchanted clock in the corner. Breakfast was nearly over and he was just stumbling out of bed. He felt a tug deep in the pit of his stomach. His eyes flicked nervously towards the spot next to him in bed.
Sandy brown hair peeked out from under the covers. Harry reached over and shoved the boy next to him.
"Devin, wake up! Wake up, you lump, we've almost missed breakfast!"
The brown haired boy sat up lazily and smiled at Harry.
"So what? Let's skip it all together. I can go with out a meal. The only thing I'm hungry for is more of your d-"
Harry cut him off by shoving him out of the bed.
"No! If we do that everyone will know what we've been doing all morning!" he said hastily, rummaging through his trunk at the end of the bed. He tossed a white button up shirt at the boy. "Here, put this on."
But Devin stayed defiantly naked, draping the shirt over one arm and cocking his hip.
" Harry, when are you going to stop worrying about what everyone thinks? Everyone knows your gay."
"I know, but they don't have to know I was getting shagged last night!" He snapped, tugging up a pair of pants over his bare ass.
A hungry look came over the sandy haired boy's face, "Yeah, what a night!"
He moved forward and grabbed Harry in the middle of pulling a sweater over his head, with his arms and head still tangled up in the soft wool. He grabbed Harry's hands and pulled them back behind his head, then lowered his lips to one of Harry's nipples. He flicked his tongue over the sensitive spot. Harry squirmed.
"Come on Harry, lets relive it…" he purred, sucking his nipple between his soft lips. Harry moaned and the suddenly jumped back and yanked his shirt down.
"NO!" he insisted, looking almost panicky. "Stop wasting time! Get dressed and lets go. Maybe we can slip in with out anyone noticing." Seeing the perturbed look on his lovers face, he put on his best pout and whined desperately, "Please!"
Devin shook his head, "No, Harry. I'm sick of you doing this. I really like you, but I don't understand all this. Your gay! The whole school knows. And yet, you're embarrassed to be with me."
"It's not like that!" Harry insisted.
"Yes. It is. It's been like this since we started dating, and frankly, I'm sick of it. I'm really sorry Harry, but I don't think I can see you anymore."
"WHAT?! No, Devin! No! You don't understand. I love you a lot, it's just that…"
"No excused Harry. I'm sure you've got good reason to act the way you do, but I just can't deal with it anymore. You go ahead and go to breakfast. I'm going back to bed. I'll see you around."
Harry's eyes were wide as saucers as he looked at his now ex- boyfriend. He couldn't believe this was happening. Again.
"No Devin. Don't do this!" He begged, stepping towards the boy.
Devin stepped back and headed towards the door. He grabbed his discarded pants and tugged them up.
"I'm real sorry, Harry. I really, really am."
And with those words, he left, leaving Harry alone in his dorm.
He viciously punched his fist into his bed, growling in frustration. "Not again!" he shouted. He pummeled the bed with his fists angrily. "UGHHHH!" He hit and hit the lumpy mattress until his dark hair was falling in his eyes and his fingers were turning white. Then, taking one last blind swing, he pounded his fist right into the head board, sending jabs of pain up his arm as the wood cracked.
He stumbled back and fell to floor, howling in pain in frustration. He'd lost another one. All because of his stupid, insecure fears. God, sometimes he couldn't stand being Harry Potter. First, Voldie, now this. Somehow, the constant scorn and misunderstand from society beat out a having a worn out Dark Lord always on your tail. At least Voldemort had a decent reason for hating him.
*~*~*
Harry tried to sneak into Potions unnoticed. He was only a few minutes late, and it usually took Snape a good quarter hour to calm down the bustling classroom. He crept in the door and slunk to the back of the class, slipping into his seat next to Ron. But before his favorite Death Eater saw.
"Harry Potter," he boomed in his deep, void of emotion voice. Harry sunk down, turning bright pink already.
Snape sneered at him as he slowly approached his desk. He planted a large hand on the corner and leaned over to Harry.
"I trust you have a good explanation for being late," he said.
"I slept in," Harry muttered lamely.
"Just you, or were you accompanied by one of your 'special' friends?" Snape said the word 'special' like it were something disgusting he was spitting from his mouth.
Harry felt sick. What could he say? He couldn't very well tell the slimy, old man to bugger off and mind his own business. So he just shrugged. Luckily, Snape seemed satisfied and didn't bother to humiliate him further. He rose up and walked back to the front of the class and began to conduct his lesson.
But Harry wasn't naïve enough to think he was off the hook. He was far from surprised when the blonde head in front of him, turned around.
Draco's angular face was twisted up into a wickedly sinful smile. Harry's heart thudded.
"So, was my favorite fag getting a little action last night?" he asked innocently. Harry didn't answer, aggravating Malfoy. The blonde chewed his lip for a moment, looking thoughtful, before asking, "So Harry, tell me something. How is it that you can be such a tight ass during the day, but at night, you're open for anyone who's willing to fuck you?"
Harry's cheeks burned. He wanted to reach out and smack that grin of Draco's pretty face, but with Snape sending nasty, warning looks in his direction, he could do nothing. He knew better than to snap back at Draco, because the boy would just continue badgering him, and then things could get ugly. His head was spinning and his face burning.
He took a deep breath and then blurted, "It's not so bad, Draco. You might enjoy it yourself if you gave it a try."
Draco looked taken a back. He didn't say anything for a moment, just chewed on his bottom lip. Then, with a deep, huffy breath, he said, "That's disgusting."
And then he turned around.
Harry was stunned. He couldn't believe that that actually worked. Draco NEVER gave up that easily. EVER! He couldn't believe he'd finally discovered away to shut the scrawny, albino boy up.
His mood immediately picked up, and for once, he actually almost enjoyed Professor Snape's lesson.
*~*~*
"That was really great, Harry. You shut him up pretty fast there. Maybe there's something that that Slytherin bitch doesn't want anyone to know, eh, Harry?" Ron was chirping happily.
"Yeah, I always wondered why he got along so well with Snape. I mean, maybe his father ISN'T paying for him to get passing grades. Maybe Malfoy's paying for it himself in favors," Hermione giggled., nudging Harry and raising her eyebrows.
"Yeah, maybe," Harry said absently.
He was busy staring at Devin across the Great Hall. The lanky brunette was hanging over an dark haired boy from Hufflepuff. They looked perfectly cozy and were both laughing and talking with their faces close. Harry felt a stab of jealousy. That prat hadn't even taken a day to get over him!
"Uh, oh, Harry. Looks like we were wrong. Maybe you aren't going to get off so easy after all," Ron said, attracting Harry's attention and pointing towards the approaching threesome.
"Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle," Hermione clucked. "Honestly, Malfoy, couldn't your father pay for some better looking friends?"
Crabbe grunted angrily, while Goyle didn't seem to realize he'd just been insulted.
"At least I'm not friends with the biggest faggot in the school. Hey Harry, doesn't your ass ever get soar from taking cock all the time?" Malfoy spat venomously. Ron and Hermione looked to shocked to say anything, and both shrunk off unconsciously. Harry, however, stood tall.
"Yeah, but whenever that happens I just lay off it a week and suck dick instead. You know, a lot of Slytherin boys come to me after a few drinks. So, I guess I'm not the only queer in school."
"Shut up, Potter. You are one sick bastard, you know that?" Malfoy said, trying to hide the fact that he his porcelain skin was blushing ever so slightly.
"Yep," Harry shrugged. Then he turned and walked away, planting his palm on Draco's ass on his way out. A surge of power over took him as he felt Malfoy jump at his touch. And, he may have imagined it, but he thought that as he let his hand squeeze Draco's generous buttock, he felt the tiniest quiver on the fair haired boys part.
Oh, shit. He glanced at the enchanted clock in the corner. Breakfast was nearly over and he was just stumbling out of bed. He felt a tug deep in the pit of his stomach. His eyes flicked nervously towards the spot next to him in bed.
Sandy brown hair peeked out from under the covers. Harry reached over and shoved the boy next to him.
"Devin, wake up! Wake up, you lump, we've almost missed breakfast!"
The brown haired boy sat up lazily and smiled at Harry.
"So what? Let's skip it all together. I can go with out a meal. The only thing I'm hungry for is more of your d-"
Harry cut him off by shoving him out of the bed.
"No! If we do that everyone will know what we've been doing all morning!" he said hastily, rummaging through his trunk at the end of the bed. He tossed a white button up shirt at the boy. "Here, put this on."
But Devin stayed defiantly naked, draping the shirt over one arm and cocking his hip.
" Harry, when are you going to stop worrying about what everyone thinks? Everyone knows your gay."
"I know, but they don't have to know I was getting shagged last night!" He snapped, tugging up a pair of pants over his bare ass.
A hungry look came over the sandy haired boy's face, "Yeah, what a night!"
He moved forward and grabbed Harry in the middle of pulling a sweater over his head, with his arms and head still tangled up in the soft wool. He grabbed Harry's hands and pulled them back behind his head, then lowered his lips to one of Harry's nipples. He flicked his tongue over the sensitive spot. Harry squirmed.
"Come on Harry, lets relive it…" he purred, sucking his nipple between his soft lips. Harry moaned and the suddenly jumped back and yanked his shirt down.
"NO!" he insisted, looking almost panicky. "Stop wasting time! Get dressed and lets go. Maybe we can slip in with out anyone noticing." Seeing the perturbed look on his lovers face, he put on his best pout and whined desperately, "Please!"
Devin shook his head, "No, Harry. I'm sick of you doing this. I really like you, but I don't understand all this. Your gay! The whole school knows. And yet, you're embarrassed to be with me."
"It's not like that!" Harry insisted.
"Yes. It is. It's been like this since we started dating, and frankly, I'm sick of it. I'm really sorry Harry, but I don't think I can see you anymore."
"WHAT?! No, Devin! No! You don't understand. I love you a lot, it's just that…"
"No excused Harry. I'm sure you've got good reason to act the way you do, but I just can't deal with it anymore. You go ahead and go to breakfast. I'm going back to bed. I'll see you around."
Harry's eyes were wide as saucers as he looked at his now ex- boyfriend. He couldn't believe this was happening. Again.
"No Devin. Don't do this!" He begged, stepping towards the boy.
Devin stepped back and headed towards the door. He grabbed his discarded pants and tugged them up.
"I'm real sorry, Harry. I really, really am."
And with those words, he left, leaving Harry alone in his dorm.
He viciously punched his fist into his bed, growling in frustration. "Not again!" he shouted. He pummeled the bed with his fists angrily. "UGHHHH!" He hit and hit the lumpy mattress until his dark hair was falling in his eyes and his fingers were turning white. Then, taking one last blind swing, he pounded his fist right into the head board, sending jabs of pain up his arm as the wood cracked.
He stumbled back and fell to floor, howling in pain in frustration. He'd lost another one. All because of his stupid, insecure fears. God, sometimes he couldn't stand being Harry Potter. First, Voldie, now this. Somehow, the constant scorn and misunderstand from society beat out a having a worn out Dark Lord always on your tail. At least Voldemort had a decent reason for hating him.
*~*~*
Harry tried to sneak into Potions unnoticed. He was only a few minutes late, and it usually took Snape a good quarter hour to calm down the bustling classroom. He crept in the door and slunk to the back of the class, slipping into his seat next to Ron. But before his favorite Death Eater saw.
"Harry Potter," he boomed in his deep, void of emotion voice. Harry sunk down, turning bright pink already.
Snape sneered at him as he slowly approached his desk. He planted a large hand on the corner and leaned over to Harry.
"I trust you have a good explanation for being late," he said.
"I slept in," Harry muttered lamely.
"Just you, or were you accompanied by one of your 'special' friends?" Snape said the word 'special' like it were something disgusting he was spitting from his mouth.
Harry felt sick. What could he say? He couldn't very well tell the slimy, old man to bugger off and mind his own business. So he just shrugged. Luckily, Snape seemed satisfied and didn't bother to humiliate him further. He rose up and walked back to the front of the class and began to conduct his lesson.
But Harry wasn't naïve enough to think he was off the hook. He was far from surprised when the blonde head in front of him, turned around.
Draco's angular face was twisted up into a wickedly sinful smile. Harry's heart thudded.
"So, was my favorite fag getting a little action last night?" he asked innocently. Harry didn't answer, aggravating Malfoy. The blonde chewed his lip for a moment, looking thoughtful, before asking, "So Harry, tell me something. How is it that you can be such a tight ass during the day, but at night, you're open for anyone who's willing to fuck you?"
Harry's cheeks burned. He wanted to reach out and smack that grin of Draco's pretty face, but with Snape sending nasty, warning looks in his direction, he could do nothing. He knew better than to snap back at Draco, because the boy would just continue badgering him, and then things could get ugly. His head was spinning and his face burning.
He took a deep breath and then blurted, "It's not so bad, Draco. You might enjoy it yourself if you gave it a try."
Draco looked taken a back. He didn't say anything for a moment, just chewed on his bottom lip. Then, with a deep, huffy breath, he said, "That's disgusting."
And then he turned around.
Harry was stunned. He couldn't believe that that actually worked. Draco NEVER gave up that easily. EVER! He couldn't believe he'd finally discovered away to shut the scrawny, albino boy up.
His mood immediately picked up, and for once, he actually almost enjoyed Professor Snape's lesson.
*~*~*
"That was really great, Harry. You shut him up pretty fast there. Maybe there's something that that Slytherin bitch doesn't want anyone to know, eh, Harry?" Ron was chirping happily.
"Yeah, I always wondered why he got along so well with Snape. I mean, maybe his father ISN'T paying for him to get passing grades. Maybe Malfoy's paying for it himself in favors," Hermione giggled., nudging Harry and raising her eyebrows.
"Yeah, maybe," Harry said absently.
He was busy staring at Devin across the Great Hall. The lanky brunette was hanging over an dark haired boy from Hufflepuff. They looked perfectly cozy and were both laughing and talking with their faces close. Harry felt a stab of jealousy. That prat hadn't even taken a day to get over him!
"Uh, oh, Harry. Looks like we were wrong. Maybe you aren't going to get off so easy after all," Ron said, attracting Harry's attention and pointing towards the approaching threesome.
"Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle," Hermione clucked. "Honestly, Malfoy, couldn't your father pay for some better looking friends?"
Crabbe grunted angrily, while Goyle didn't seem to realize he'd just been insulted.
"At least I'm not friends with the biggest faggot in the school. Hey Harry, doesn't your ass ever get soar from taking cock all the time?" Malfoy spat venomously. Ron and Hermione looked to shocked to say anything, and both shrunk off unconsciously. Harry, however, stood tall.
"Yeah, but whenever that happens I just lay off it a week and suck dick instead. You know, a lot of Slytherin boys come to me after a few drinks. So, I guess I'm not the only queer in school."
"Shut up, Potter. You are one sick bastard, you know that?" Malfoy said, trying to hide the fact that he his porcelain skin was blushing ever so slightly.
"Yep," Harry shrugged. Then he turned and walked away, planting his palm on Draco's ass on his way out. A surge of power over took him as he felt Malfoy jump at his touch. And, he may have imagined it, but he thought that as he let his hand squeeze Draco's generous buttock, he felt the tiniest quiver on the fair haired boys part.
